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The following is a story of Voltron I made up based on the T.V. cartoon Voltron by World Events Productions. I did not have World Events Productions' permission to do the story and therefore it does not have World Events Productions' endorsement.
The Queen and Lance and Hunk were all still helplessly slumped up against the castle hallway walls just outside their rooms. They hadn't moved from those spots since Keith left.
Lance had a strange feeling come over him. He glanced over and saw Hagar's blue cat just turn into view from around the corner before everyone else also became aware of the cat when he meowed.
"Now we've got trouble," commented Lance.
The meow was followed by a cackling laugh. Then Hagar appeared from around the corner and was soon followed by King Zarkon.
"Ahh, we've found her” stated King Zarkon. "Once she's gone, all of Arus will lose hope."
"The little prince is not here," pointed out Hagar.
"What!" exclaimed the king disappointed, and then in a cool even tone said, "No matter. The daughter of Alfor is the slave I want most. We’ll find a way to do away with the prince later. Then the royal family line of Arus will be ended!”
“Planet Pollux?” questioned the witch.
Zarkon answered her question as though it were the start of a sentence, “Won’t interfere or it too will be destroyed! This miserable little planet will finally be mine and Voltron will be no more!”
Zarkon approached Allura. His feelings toward her were nothing like his son Lotor’s had been. Zarkon’s feelings toward Allura were simply to oppress her. The thought of her as a helpless slave under the control of his minions was what pleased him most. Then he would relax knowing that Voltron was no more. Her importance to him had diminished after others besides her knew the secret of forming Voltron. Yet she was still his most wanted slave. She represented the failure in what he otherwise considered his most triumphant mission ever: The day he disposed of King Alfor. That very same day Hagar had destroyed Voltron. Well, almost. He was divided up into the five lions because she couldn’t destroy him. Zarkon remembered the day clearly as the day he had finally conquered Arus. Except that later Hagar told him that Princess Allura had survived. And it was because of her continued existence that Voltron was brought back again. Because of that, she was the slave Zarkon wanted most.
As Zarkon came closer to Allura, he suddenly heard an angry call from off to one side.
“Don’t you dare touch her!” Warned Hunk just before he stood up and rammed himself into Zarkon with his full strength. But his full strength in his weakened condition didn’t add up to be anything for causing Zarkon any harm. For Hunk, hitting the king was like hitting a reinforced brick wall, and he fell backward from his blow and onto his butt.
Zarkon looked over at Hunk sitting on the floor beside him as if Hunk had just tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention.
“Hunk, no!” gasped Allura. “Don’t endanger yourself!”
“Too late,” commented Zarkon as he withdrew a laser sword.
Hunk was just getting up as Zarkon was bringing his sword down to strike him. Then something quite disgusting happened that saved Hunk’s life. At that moment, as Hunk was standing up he felt quite sick, and just as Zarkon’s laser sword was approaching, Hunk threw up on it! The smell of the singed vomit was awful, but it did short out Zarkon’s laser sword so it never touched Hunk. Then Zarkon lost his footing because of some vomit he stepped into and fell flat on his back. Hunk was still standing by the time Zarkon had fallen.
“Ohhh, I don’t feel so good,” said Hunk just after Zarkon was on the floor. “I’ve got to sit down!”
Hunk was really dizzy so he plopped his bottom right down across Zarkon’s chest. Before Zarkon could do anything about it, Hunk uttered the words, “Oh no, I’m losin’ it!”
And that’s exactly what happened. There was a dreadful sound and then really smelly diarrhea leaked out all across Zarkon’s midsection.
Zarkon was furious to say the least! After the deed had been done, the sullied king instantly stood up, flinging Hunk a short distance across the floor.
Lance and Allura saw what was coming next at the very hint of when Zarkon was next reaching for his trusty metallic sword, and they feared for Hunk’s life. The both attempted to get up from their spots on the floor, but Hagar stopped them.
“Don’t move,” she ordered as two red beams shot from her staff and when the beams had engulfed them, they turned into what seemed like laser like nets. Neither Lance nor Allura could escape them.
Then Hunk was there helpless on the floor, weaker than he ever had been since he had acquired that stomach flu. He certainly wasn’t going anywhere.
Hagar trapping Lance and Allura in their spots had temporarily distracted Zarkon, but soon he continued his reach for his metallic sword. But just after he had drawn the sword, he felt a powerful blow knock him off his feet and he was flat on his back on the floor again. He looked up only to see what appeared to be a giant looming figure in kingly attire glaring down at him.
“Keith!” exclaimed Allura.
Hunk was very relieved to see Keith. But, just moments after he saw him he passed out. His state of weakness over stomach flu had finally overcome him.
The Arusian king’s mere 5 foot 9 inch stature was looking much more formidable to Zarkon from the floor. Keith’s own laser sword was drawn and pointing menacingly at Zarkon. But, Keith was a man of mercy. Although in a moments anger he once showed Zarkon’s son, Lotor, no mercy at all at a time when Hagar had to save the young prince from certain death. But later when Lotor had himself turned into a robeast, not even Hagar could save him from certain destruction by Voltron. And then for the moment Keith now had Zarkon pinned to the floor, and Hagar was too occupied to help.
“I’m sorry I can’t help you sire,” she confessed regrettably with fear for the king very apparent in her tone of voice. She cared very deeply for his welfare, especially since Lotor was gone. Only Lotor’s son held potential for reason for Hagar to ever betray her devotion to Zarkon.
Zarkon caught glimpse of Keith’s wedding ring on his hand without the sword. The same ring that had miraculously completely healed his shoulder that Lotor had otherwise permanently injured.
“Keith,” said Zarkon aloud in a moment of realization. “So you’re the one who took my son’s arm. Well, you’re not getting mine.”
And with saying that, Zarkon swept his shiny metallic sword through the middle of Keith’s laser sword, causing the beam to reflect and feedback on itself. This completely startled Keith, but he quickly pulled his laser sword to the side so Zarkon’s sword wasn’t deflecting it anymore. This allowed Zarkon to easily roll away, jump up, and stand from off the floor. Keith glanced at the laser sword, a little in shock over the fact that it was useless. Then he quickly turned it off and put it away with his right hand while he unsheathed a metallic sword of his own with his left hand. Keith was ready to defend himself at any moment as he passed the sword from his left to his right hand.
“You’re fighting stinks, Zarkon,” commented Keith. “And for that matter, so do you!”
“I’ve defeated my own son and even the so called great King Alfor – that pathetic leader of the Astro Knights who led the Lion Warriors to their destruction. You’re just a moth dancing around a flame, boy, doomed to destruction.”
“Does your breath smell as bad as the rest of you?” quipped Keith.
Zarkon struck first. Keith blocked it. At first he was just using his right arm, but had to take a hold with his left also to keep Zarkon’s sword from hitting him. The Doom King was incredibly strong and skillful and much bigger than Keith. The Arusian King successfully blocked Zarkon several times and got in a few strikes himself. But the King of Doom successfully blocked any retaliation by Keith as well. At one point Zarkon did get Keith’s left hand. The strike would have cut it apart except that it struck Keith’s wedding band first and the unbreakable ring allowed him to only suffer a bad vertical cut to his ring finger and down that part of the back of his hand.
“After I’ve finished you off, that ring will be mine,” declared Zarkon, who knew of the unpredictable magic of the ring because of what Hagar had told him.
Suddenly King Alfor appeared. He caused an energy force to build up between Keith and Zarkon and Keith was thrown back, though he didn’t stumble and stayed on his feet. Hagar’s face filled with fear at the sight of Alfor. The ghost had interrupted her magic once before in the castle, back when she had disguised herself as his sister-in-law, Queen Orla.
“Father!” said Allura in awe.
“Whoa! It’s King Alfor!” exclaimed Lance.
But Alfor seemed not to notice Hagar, Lance, or even his daughter, Queen Allura. Instead he seemed to only be aware of Keith and Zarkon, but that’s just the way it seemed. He really was aware of everyone, and in fact of everyone within the castle.
“Keith,” Alfor addressed the King of Arus. “You won’t be able to defeat Zarkon. I can’t let what happened to me happen to you.” And then the ghost turned to the King of Doom. “Zarkon, you are a horrific stench in my castle, and you will leave.”
“You don’t intimidate me,” retorted Zarkon smugly.
“That doesn’t matter,” stated King Alfor simply.
“Sire, we must go!” urged Hagar just as she all at once released Lance and Allura though they didn’t go anywhere. Hagar wanted to get Zarkon out of there. But she couldn’t. He had immunity against any of Hagar’s magic that would make him do something he didn’t want to do, and he wanted to stay. It was an immunity acquired with the same spell Hagar had placed on him long ago that made him immune to being poisoned, but also brought out the reptilian side of his genetics and changed his physical appearance and genetic make up for life. A sacrifice he made to make sure Hagar would never betray him.
Seeing that she was no help to Zarkon, Hagar did the next most logical thing. Kitty jumped up and was nestled in her arms just before she rose into the air and went flying down the hallway. Like magic, she went right through the grates of an air vent and shot out right through where the vents were on the side of the castle. It was the same route she had taken to escape the castle before.
Just after Hagar had left, which was only moments after Alfor’s last words to Zarkon, Alfor made the King of Doom rise into the air. Zarkon was shocked at first and then angry as he began flailing his arms and legs futilely in an attempt to make himself come back down. Then Alfor made him fly down the hall the same way Hagar had just went. After he was out of sight, everyone got to hear the King of Doom yell in terror as he was heading straight for a solid wall of the castle at high speed. Zarkon closed his eyes and held his breath as he was about to hit, but then he went straight through the wall as if he were a ghost himself. He opened his eyes only to find himself outside the castle flying several stories above the ground. At the sight of it, he was yelling in terror again.
Hagar could see him through the trees where she had landed a long distance away. She pointed her wooden staff and a blue beam came out of it that reached through the trees and all the way to Zarkon. Then the King of Doom calmed down as Hagar guided him to a smooth landing right next to her. Hagar started to make a face of disgust.
“What’s wrong?” inquired Zarkon roughly.
“Sire,” began the witch hesitantly, “you do smell bad.”
“It’s all because of the nincompoop space explorer who sat on me. Do something with your magic, witch, and make it go away.”
“The only magic I know of that will make that go away are two powerfully magical substances I commonly refer to as… soap and water. And we’re going to find some before I’m taking you home!”
“I wish I’d been sick and stayed at home,” complained Zarkon miserably.
[Author -- Sheila Bliss, based on the previous creation of Voltron by World Events Productions]
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